Glass fell from above and shattered in front of his feet. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and blow out steadily. this was begining to become more of a tough job than he had expected when he'd first taken it. Killing two rouge vampires usually werent too much of a problem for him, but this time it seemed these werent actually level one vampires as he'd been told.
He ran his tounge along his sharp wolven teeth as he watched the last bit of glass fall from the broken window. No these were clearly class three vampires, maybe a class one under the orders of a class four, but not class ones. A sream interrupted his thoughts and planning. They had a hostage, a young woman if his ears were correct.
He thumbed back the hammer on his revolver. Arm relaxed at his side, fingers loosely rapped around the grip as he placed his other hand on the wood of the door. An old church, normally the church would hurt, possible kill, vampires, but this one was old and forsaken. No this was not a curch anymore but a place where demons gathered most likely. Which would explain why they had used it as thier god forsaken nest.
The door creaked loudly as he pushed it open and entered. The dark assulted his eyes, they'd completely boarded up the building, not even his shots had made it all the way through the wooden boards in the high window. No he was forced to fight these creatures in darkness no matter the time of day. At least the open door would provide a safe spot. Of course this was assumiing those he was dealing with were not pure bloods. Though he doubted it since the vampiric council had hired him to kill these two, not that he trusted any vampire as far as he could throw them in the sun.
"Here batty batty batty." He called as his eyes adjusted to the dark. He doubted it would work, but hell why not try. He heard a swooshing sound to his right and quickly spun toward it gun trained in front. Nothing, just a few old bleached papers flutting on a half gone cork board. The sound came again, then a loud bang and black.
Dark blinked as he realized he was nearly blind in the darkness. One of the vamps had shut the door on him, most likely the lesser. He strainded his ears in the darkness. He felt a cold sweat start to drip down his spine, it was true werewolves could see well in darkness, but nothing beat the night vision of a vampire. It was even true in hand to hand combat a werewolf could beat a vampire anyday, but how does one fight an enemy it cant see, specially one which is not known to play fair. No, this creature would have a weapon of some sort, be it simply a chair leg or an automatic rifle of some sort. This one held all the cards...or so it thought.
Dark slowly reached into his pocket and pulled a cigar out. He placed it in his mouth and lit it. There, a blur across the back wall in the faint like of the lighter. He took a couple puffs before a fiant hissing sound came from it. He knew that the foul creature could hear it clearly as he could, but the thing wouldnt know what it was untill it was too late. Dark took the cigar between his thumb and finger and looked at it as if studing it. Ever so slowly he counted to ten in his head, then he tossed the cigar. It flipped through the air, smoke tailing it as it went.
The room filled with a bright white light. Dark had covered his eyes. A loud horrible, tortured scream errupted to his left. He spun on the spot and fired all six rounds in the creatures direction. Dark uncovered his eyes as the light faded, black dots playing across his vision. Then slumped and slowly turning to ash was the lesser vampire. Two black holes where its eyes should have been, three holes in the center of his head and one in his left arm. The flare had worked in blinding the creature and allowed him the chance to kill it, though it seemed his aim was getting rusty since he'd clearly missed the heart. He pulled a long dagger and kneeled infront of the remains. He shoved it into the chest where the heart would be and twisted. No reason to risk this one getting back up. It burst into dust, leaving only old clothes and to gold tooth caps.
Now if only he would be so lucky as to finish the leader off as easily as his little follower. Though he doubted greatly that he would get such a chance as to easily kill the older vampire, at least not and have the chance of saving the hostage.
To be continued...
